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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk prostitutes—gritty, real shit. I’m thinkin’ Moonrise Kingdom vibes, ya know, Wes Anderson’s quirky little gem from 2012—my fave, hands down. Picture this: a hooker, all dolled up, struttin’ like she owns the damn island, but with that weird innocence, like Suzy with her binoculars, peekin’ at the world. “I’m a raven,” she’d say, smirkin’, like she’s got secrets darker than that flick’s stormy skies.

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Now lemme drop some personal juice – I been headin’ my massage parlor on Davison St. for years. Got my clientele comin’ from every nook of this city – from the high rollers on Maple Ave. to the chill cats in grand ol’ Grand Traverse. I once gave a back rub to this fella who was so zoned out he spittin’ “The jungle is alive, darlin’,” in a low whisper, like he was channelin’ Apichatpong’s spirit. Bro, his vibe was mad surreal, just like that film, nahmean?

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